[3837] in Depressing_Thoughts
To Protect and Serve
ckclark@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (ckclark@ATHENA.MIT.EDU)
Sun May 23 00:38:04 1993
I was just out in the middle of Killian court lying in the grass,
staring at the sky, generally being depressed contemplating what the
fuck I'm going to do about it, when this guy starts coming toward
me. I figure he's just one of the usual riff-raff, probably just wanting
to sell me drugs or sex or religion, but since he might be one of the
unusual riff-raff, I thought I'd just get up and go on my way.
Turns out he's a cop. Or at least a guy with a badge.
``No one is allowed out here at night,'' he said.
``Really? Why not?'' (I didn't see any fucking electric fence with a
sign saying: ``BEWARE OF THE SNIPER.'' I didn't say that. I really
wanted to, though.)
``They're preparing for graduation, and they don't want anyone out
here.''
``Oh,'' I said, and went on my merry way, contemplating what the hell
he might have meant by that. I figured at first he probably just made
it up. But what if he didn't? And what does graduation have to do
with anything? It's not like there's anything out there. No
equipment. No giant, unmarked holes or tripwires. Nothing.
But wouldn't it be awful to find a bloody human carcass out in the
middle of Killian court on a Sunday morning? One that had been
festering there since midnight? And less than a week before
commencement? It would look pretty bad indeed, so much so that one is
tempted to provide one or two. But he was already too far away.
